Twisted Tale?

They woke up early and kissed each other.

After the morning rituals her lover left for the day.
He left her with no household work to do.

He was a gentleman that way.

She would often change the position of a few things.

And then long for him by the windowpane.

Seldom would anyone come visit her.

But if someone did, she’d consider it her day.

She’d shower her generosity on them like a selfless soul.

The poor, old dame shared some food.

But as they left the dismal look returned soon.

With nothing on her mind, she’d go take a nap.
Her ‘deep’ sleep was broken by nature’s creeks and claps.

She’d return to her position on the chair.
Wondering if she should go out for a swirl.

But only started blushing when she’d recall the yesterevening,
and how he was behaving like a flirt.

The next thing she heard was the doorbell ringing.
He had finally returned.
She jumped up and ran towards the door.
But didn’t open it, waited and looked down at the floor.

She could have been annoyed for she was left all alone.

The door opened and he entered.

She wagged her tail and jumped.
Just like the morning the two lovers kissed eachother.

 

Reviews

[shumbalyan]

Gaurav! AMAZING. It's amazing how you twist the ends of your poems. This made my dull day so much better.

[gauravpal]

I'm glad that you liked i. :D
Thank you!

[Emily]

I live the meaning!
Keep it up!!